(goes to a Chinese restaurant in my hometown) (suddenly remembers I’m gay) oh god the fucking clown...
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(goes to a Chinese restaurant in my hometown) (suddenly remembers I’m gay) oh god the fucking clown...
"history will absolve me" as the e-mail signature
Over me, over me Over me, over me Over me, over me Over me, over Over
no! traffic light system will kill the patient! they need under-negotiated kink to live!!!
a mary oliver quote that peeled me like a fruit
I think at a certain point we just need to accept that strong as fuck ice mummy IS the new normal Monday.
going to ao3 and sorting by internalized homophobia
you can love someone and still murder them in cold blood without remorse btw!!! the two are not mutually exclusive and to suggest otherwise is a very heteronormative point of view!!!!
topping is actually gayer than bottoming because like the top is the one who's deciding again and again to put his dick in another man. The other guy could just be chilling. For all we know
what's the opposite of feeling sand slip through your fingers because I feel this poem more and more as time passes
[id a poem by -辛棄疾 Xin Qiji (1140-1207) with Chinese characters on the left, and a translation into English by Eileen Cheng-yin Chow on the right. The translation is: In youth I knew nothing of the taste of sorrow I liked to climb high towers I liked to climb high towers To conjure up a bit of sorrow to make new verse. Now I know only too well the taste of sorrow I begin to speak yet pause I begin to speak yet pause And say instead, “My, what a cool and lovely autumn.” end id]
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louis:
dreamstat in the corner: say no mon cher
louis: no :)
Lestat went off script again.
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mid-conversation I toss a pistol onto the table not to suggest or imply anything but just to change the situation a little